The day of filming has finally arrived!

The crew arrived on time, the lights were put up, the two professional cameras were in place, the set was in order, and the two well-endowed young porn actors were ready to act.

The only thing that was missing was the female protagonist.

Let us take a step backward. Lauren and I have been in deep water for some months. She had a stable job as a high school teacher, whereas I had moved company after years, which had momentarily reduced our monthly income.

The need for money became more pressing, so I found myself contemplating the idea of producing pornographic videos with a friend who works in the adult entertainment industry. Let’s be clear: nothing spectacular, nothing on the scale of Brazzers or Digital Playground. But the prospect of making some extra money was too appealing.

My friend Keiran had the necessary connections to even allow a semi-amateur pornographic movie to be distributed in a way that covered expenses and ensured significant profits. Of course, I would have to provide the initial funds to rent the equipment and pay the cameramen, makeup artists, techies, and performers. To cut costs, I would have been both the screenwriter and director. I had nothing to lose, so I accepted.

It had been more difficult to persuade my wife Lauren. She is pretty puritanical about sex, to the point where she has only allowed me to have anal sex a few times and despised oral sex. Her reluctance was also due to social issues: as a teacher, she had a reputation to maintain. She wasn’t even excited about the prospect of our neighbors discovering we were filming an adult movie in our home.

In the end, I was able to convince her. Her name would not appear in the credits, and I would adopt a pseudonym. We scheduled the shoot for a week when we knew our neighbors, the Donaghys, would be on vacation.

With Keiran’s assistance and a nice round of phone calls, I was able to organize everything. The movie will be titled Real Housewife Creampie. The plot was simple: two bullies fuck the mother of the youngster they torment at school as retribution for reporting them to the principal. The two chosen actors, Jordi and Dante, were clearly adults, albeit their faces gave them the appearance of being much younger, and the actress was a beautiful red-haired MILF named Vixen Maitlard. Curiously, she resembled my Lauren, and I had caught myself thinking about this likeness several times before dismissing it as something perverted. I chose two young men with quite large dicks because, you know, size matters in porn. Perhaps, in retrospect, I should have chosen people who were more “average,” but let’s move on.

It was 10 A.M., and there was no trace of the beautiful redhead. I continued to phone her till she responded. Do you know what the bitch said to me?

“You know, last night at a party I overdid it with the alcohol, I’m wrecked, do you feel like postponing the shoot?”

I almost went straight to her house to strangle that whore! Fortunately, I restrained myself from verbal insults before hanging up the phone, irritated.

Finding a solution was the issue at hand. I was unable to postpone the shoot because doing so would have increased the production costs and I had already burned the bridge with the actress after my outburst. After weighing all of the options, I concluded that only one was feasible.

I then summoned Lauren to the bedroom.

I sighed, “Listen, sweetie. Would you be up for replacing that bitch?”

“WHAT?” I had never seen her eyes widen so much. “Are you crazy?” How on earth are you thinking this? Have you lost your mind? Did I get it right? Are you okay with me having sex with other men? With those two, on top of that? You must be crazy, that’s for sure!”

“Sweetie, think for a moment. We spent all our savings on renting the equipment, not to mention that we still have to pay the workers who came here today. Additionally, the distributor has specified scenes and a deadline for the movie. If everything goes wrong today, we’re ruined!”

“But ask that damn friend of yours, Keiran!”

“I don’t think he can find another suitable actress within an hour.”

I took a closer look at my wife, who hardly held back from assaulting me. She would have been perfect for that role, yes. Now let me tell you about her. My wife is a 41-year-old woman with a gorgeous mane of vibrant red hair, thick, wonderful lips, two breathtaking legs, a tight butt and a pair of 36D breasts. It’s all-natural, I swear! She is quite puritanical, as I said before, but after giving it some thought, I realized that her shyness would improve the movie.

“What about school? All we need is for my colleagues and pupils to notice me in a pornographic movie!”

“I have an idea, sweetie. If you wear a mask, nobody will be able to identify you. Your colleagues and students know your face, not your nude body. We could do, for example, that the guys want to film you and you impose as the only condition to have your face covered. In the opening scenes, we could film you from behind.”

Lauren’s resistance subsided, but she remained unconvinced.

“Anyway, don’t think that I’m jumping for joy at the idea of feeding you to those two monstrous cocks!”

I only realized a second later that this was making her even more agitated.

“It’s a small sacrifice we have to make, but it will be worth it.”

“Small, yes. You chose those two actors yourself for their huge penises! They’ll tear me apart! You’ve seen them better than I have!”

Lauren and I were aware of the kind of giants they had in their pants because we had viewed a few audition videos. I don’t have a small dick, but theirs were twice the length of mine and Jordi’s was also twice as wide.

“Do they have to come inside me, right?”

“Well, the film contains the word ‘creampie’ in the title.”

“Change the scenes then!”

“I can’t, I’ve already sold it to the distributor as a film with creampies!”

“But you know I don’t take the pill! And what if I get pregnant?”

I don’t remember how long Lauren and I had been trying to conceive, and she had been off the pill for years.

“We’ll take the risk.”

An unintended pregnancy or bankruptcy are the options.

“And then there’s anal sex. With those enormous dicks, they’ll rip my ass!”

“Sweetie, I’d let them break mine instead of yours if I could spare you all this.”

Maybe my romantic outburst worked because Lauren’s expression softened and after a sigh she relented, “Alright. It really seems like there are no alternatives. Damn us and when we came up with this stupid idea!”

“Thanks, swee—”

“But I don’t even know where to start. What ought I to do? Should I get changed? Do I need makeup? God, I’m so embarrassed that I’m dying!”

“Don’t worry, sweetie, everything will be fine Put on the clothes for the first kitchen scene in the changing room now. The makeup artist is competent and will do what is necessary. I’ll inform the crew about the changes.”

The moment of the announcement was surreal. I gathered everyone in the living room, including the two porn actors, and made an effort to maintain a semblance of professionalism.

“Alright folks, there’s been a change of plans. That bitch I had hired isn’t coming,” and the first murmurs of protest were already rising, “BUT my wife Lauren will take the actress’s place.”

I explained what I had in mind to hide my wife’s face, but I assured everyone that every scene would play out just as it was in the script.

There were a few startled expressions and inevitable giggles. Several times, I thought I heard the word “cuckold.” The two actors were chatting among themselves, and based on their smiles, it was clear that they were anticipating the moment when they would attack my wife like the worst of the whores.

After over half an hour, Lauren arrived, beautiful as always, wearing a knee-length brown skirt and a white shirt. Her legs were bare, and she wore a pair of heeled slippers. Although her outfit wasn’t very seductive, it was accurate to the script’s need that the character be a housewife busy baking cakes for the family. The only hints of sexiness came from the red nail polish on her hands and feet and crimson lipstick, which went nicely with her matching hair color.

“Well, let’s get started!” I announced as I sat down in the director’s chair. “Let’s start with the preamble where we hear the son’s voiceover as he leaves and the two friends sneak back in for the blackmail.”

We spent a solid thirty minutes filming all of the first scenes—the ones that were the softest, to be precise, and in which Lauren and the two endowed men were still wearing their clothes. The two guys were excellent in their roles as the cruel bullies who get upset with the mother for reporting them to the principal and threaten to kill her son if she doesn’t comply with their demands. For her part, Lauren was so nervous that she did a wonderful job portraying the mother who had been psychologically assaulted by two bullies. To conceal Lauren’s face, we obviously filmed her from behind the entire time.

Her voice quivered when she said, “Okay, I’ll do what you want and shoot this video,” and you should have heard it. “But allow me to hide my face, please!”

“Alright, you’ll be our masked whore!” Jordi said rudely.

“Cut!” I ordered. “Good! Let’s take a five-minute break, then we’ll shoot the blowjob scene!”

I used this opportunity to say, “How’s it going, sweetie?” to Lauren. “So far, you’ve been doing fantastically. Are you prepared for the actual action to begin now? Remember what it says in the script?”

She nodded. “Therefore, it will actually occur. For the first time, I’m going to put another man’s penis in my mouth.”

There must be another explanation: my wife had only ever slept with me. I had deflowered her, taken her anal virginity, and she had given me her first blowjob. I had always had her all to myself.

“Exactly, sweetie,” I confirmed to her. “Additionally, there is the scene where they stick fingers up your butt to humiliate your character. Have you performed the enema?”

She sighed and nodded again.

Five minutes later, we resumed our performance. My wife was brought to her knees by the two guys who had already drawn their hard shafts. According to the script, Jordi was slowly putting his cock in Lauren’s mouth as Dante held the phone to capture shots of the MILF’s humiliation.

I was aware that his gentleness was due to fear of hurting her with his exaggerated fuckpole, but it wasn’t good for the movie.

“Stooooooop!” Why in hell are you doing this? You’re not making love with your fiancée! You must treat her as a fucking whore because she is nothing more than a bitch who caused you a lot of trouble with your parents and the principal. Your characters have a strong desire to humiliate her, to break her! Okay, let’s try it once more!”

Perhaps I went too far, but it was better to say clearly; if I hadn’t, the movie would have been awful and it would have all been for nothing.

On the second take, Jordi suddenly seized my wife’s head and forced her to swallow the entire cock as far as she could. For a few seconds, he held her tightly, stopping her breathing, and then he began to move rapidly back and forth. Although it wasn’t really a blowjob anymore—he was a brutal fuck with her mouth like it was a twat—it was ideal for the movie, and I didn’t stop him. Lauren was quivering in terror and drooling since she was not accustomed to such a caliber, but she did not fight back.

As he pushed his anaconda inside my wife’s mouth, Jordi blasted my wife with insults of all kinds. I was shocked by what he said, even though I had given him and his buddy complete freedom to improvise on this point.